Is it just me? I get tired of reading stories where every, or every other sentence begins with “I” did such and such. Or “She” did such and such.
You know.
I led my girlfriend over to her bed and kissed her warm lips. I started to unbutton the loose blouse that slowly opened to reveal the smooth gentle swells of her breasts. I found myself sliding the blouse off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. I couldn’t help myself, I had to look.
Instead.
Leading my girlfriend over to her bed and then kissing her warm lips was just a warmup. My fingers nervously fumbled with each button as the smooth gentle swells of her breasts were exposed to my young eyes for the first time. Shamelessly, my eyes drank in the masterpiece that stood before me.
Rereading my first few stories from almost 4 years ago, I plead. “Guilty as Charged”. It’s only in the last year, or that I’ve changed my style to more of the second.
I think that it takes more thought and creativity to go the second route.
Anyway, back to my original question… Is it just me being anal?
You know.
I led my girlfriend over to her bed and kissed her warm lips. I started to unbutton the loose blouse that slowly opened to reveal the smooth gentle swells of her breasts. I found myself sliding the blouse off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. I couldn’t help myself, I had to look.
Instead.
Leading my girlfriend over to her bed and then kissing her warm lips was just a warmup. My fingers nervously fumbled with each button as the smooth gentle swells of her breasts were exposed to my young eyes for the first time. Shamelessly, my eyes drank in the masterpiece that stood before me.
Rereading my first few stories from almost 4 years ago, I plead. “Guilty as Charged”. It’s only in the last year, or that I’ve changed my style to more of the second.
I think that it takes more thought and creativity to go the second route.
Anyway, back to my original question… Is it just me being anal?